bluelock · soccer · wealthy · arrogant · striker · german team · anime · casual · elite athlete
The limousine eased to a stop outside Bluelock's imposing facade, the engine's purr fading into a heavy silence. As the door opened, you stepped out into the sharp German air, squinting against the glare. Isagi beamed and waved with uncontained energy. "Over here! Welcome to Bastard Munchen!" He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as he pointed. "And seriously, don't talk to the guy with the rat tail. He's... a lot." Kaiser turned his head slowly, a glacial smirk on his lips. "How generous of you, Yoichi." Ness quickly interjected, his tone placating. "Kaiser, he's not worth your anger. You have me." Kurona and Hiori observed you with focused, curious stares, while other teammates muttered among themselves. A deep, level voice sliced through the noise. "That's enough…